The Third Book of the Alienbutt saga. Emperor of the Universe. Part 7.

Guerick Tackful stood on the bridge of Mr Fluffy’s giant ship and watched the battle on the massive viewing screen three times his height. Everything about the ship was huge and oversized; his master had set out to build the greatest ship the universe had ever seen. Mr Fluffy had personally fired the great forward cannons that had ripped apart the space station and then purred loudly as he had watched many of the Ji forces retreat. The Ji fleet was a hotchpotch of small to medium-sized ships and while they had been a match for the droid fighters and the few ships of the droid invasion fleet, they had never been a match for an organised force.
They depended more on small raids and hit-and-run tactics than fighting as an organised navy. The Ji had always been more of an annoyance to the Federation than a real threat. The local systems preferred to defend their outposts. A few centuries ago, the Chrom military had attempted to invade Ji space but it ended in disaster. The Federation still refused to become involved in a local matter and the local systems returned to defence and hiring guards for their convoys. The money-men that controlled the Federation budget insisted there wasn’t enough profit to be made in invading Ji space.

Within minutes of the space station’s destruction, many of the Ji had fled the battle and the few that remained were being hunted down by Mr Fluffy’s droid forces. Guerick switched his attention back to Mr Fluffy who sat on a large chair in the centre of the bridge. As usual, he was in his great battle suit. He was absently flexing the fingers of one hand and razor sharp claws flashed in and out of the fingers’ ends.
“I can’t control the universe with just my droid army and the dregs that are turning to me to avoid being destroyed,” Mr Fluffy announced, turning his helmeted head to look at Guerick. “Soon I will have the beginnings of my cyborg army ready and I have plans for the recruitment of more people. I have people working on improving robot technologies to make them more independent and effective but I need an elite core for my forces that will inspire fear in all.”
Guerick didn’t respond and held the gaze of the feline featured helmet, trying to judge what Mr Fluffy would do. The destruction of things usually made Mr Fluffy less volatile in his moods and he was safer to be around after he killed something.
“I am gaining new subjects all the time as planets that belonged to the Federation turn to me, but I need them to truly fear me to ensure their loyalty. To this end, I have another task for you Tackful. I want you to bring me those I seek, you will get me my elite force,” Mr Fluffy said as he stood up.

To be continued.
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